Re: X-Mansion: Wren & Charles
[She sighed, and her shoulders sagged.] Okay.
[She nodded, and she backed out of the room and turned toward Evie's room in the Mansion. She knew where Evie stayed, and she knew the way, and she made it almost there. Almost entirely there, before she stopped.
It was old things, her need to run when things got bad. She'd been doing it since the day she found her maman dying on a couch. Since the police had come and forced her to let go of the one thing she had in life, she'd been running. She hardly ever did it now, and the last time she could really, really remember was a church in Las Vegas.
A church.
She bit her lip, and she backed quietly down the stairs. Quiet, tiny steps to the bus stop, and she asked the nice lady in the front seat where the nearest old church was. Pretty, please, and not made of modern wood that didn't feel like a church at all. Our Lady of Pompeii, the old woman said, and Wren rode to the Saratoga stop, and went in search of candles to light and a confessional to curl up in.]